Moss Corduroy

A voice came from behind the great trunk. “Away with ya!" - a small goblin perched up high. “Lookee mate, I don’t recognise ya face. And strangers, I tell ya, only come covetin’ ma moss!” Beneath him, comforting his bony buttocks, was the most lush 11 wale corduroy you’d ever seen. Moss it most certainly resembled, and covet, you most certainly did. What a suit it would make - not too heavy, so versatile. Unusual enough in colour to cause a stir, but not sacrifice elegance. You had to have it. Now, how to conduct a fair exchange? "My friend, I come in peace, from the city called Loblin AND I come I come bearing gifts."Slowly and subtly you patted your trouser pockets - only to find nowt. Up to your inside pocket - JACKPOT! Half a pack of fruit Mentos. Who’d have thought the lessons learned from Jack and the Beanstalk would prove so fruitful!